His Strict Requirement: Billionaire Secrets - Book Five (10 page)
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Authors: Drew Sinclair
"It's just that…I asked you to stop and you didn't."
"I already had stopped God damn it."
"No you didn’t." Or had he?
Shit….
He had. He had stopped moving. So why the hell had she felt compelled to punish him like that? This wasn't like her at all.
I can’t believe…" he gasped, "I can’t believe that after all this…"
It was the position. He had made her feel threatened. But how could he possibly have known, most women would be thrilled to have a guy like him on top of them. Why did she have to be so screwed up sexually as well as every other damn way.
"Dale, listen to me, I know this will sound crazy but I've got this thing where I need to… I need to be on top when I'm with someone."
"Why the hell didn't you tell me?" His voice was returning to its old powerful resonance again.
"I was going to ask you, or just push you over but then I… I felt you, you we're going to…"
"Just give it to me. Give it to me now and we can forget about all this."
"I don’t understand."
He had lifted himself up again to sit on the edge of the bed, one hand still between his legs, the other supporting him as he turned to speak to her.
Lindsay had found her bra and was sitting up holding it across her breasts.
He reached out his hand to her and she felt that stupid thrill of anticipation that he seemed to be able to produce in her at will. She waited for his touch but instead of resting his hand to her he slid his finger underneath her necklace and began to lift it up.
Instantly she jumped from the bed just barely holding onto her bra with one hand.
"Oh no. No way. Don’t touch that." She said.
Dale stood up on the other side of the bed. Incredibly, he still had a massive, throbbing erection that made her momentarily gulp for air.
"We can still put this behind us Lindsay. I've never wanted any woman the way I want you. You don’t know what this means to me. Don't ruin this."
He began to advance around the bed while Lindsay backed away towards the door, clutching her necklace tightly in one hand. If he got a hold of that it would all have been a complete waste of time. She couldn’t let Nena or herself down like that. Not again.
"Don’t come near me Dale. If you threaten me I'm not afraid to hurt you again."
"I'm not threatening you, but if you ever manage to pull that shit on my balls again then it'll be my fault not yours. Now give me that necklace and anything else you have recording and we can still put this behind us. I swear to you that by tomorrow you will have all the proof you need. I know you're a journalist and your highest loyalty is to the truth but we had an agreement, remember? Doesn't that truth count for something?"
She was nearly by the door and he was already at her side of the bed.
"I hear you talking Dale but you have to forgive me for believing that you might have an ulterior motive for not telling me the whole truth." She pointed down to his fully erect member.
He looked at her angrily, helplessly.
"Well God damn it Lindsay, do you think you can ever forgive me for having an erection in the presence of the most beautiful woman I've ever seen when she's just let me strip her buck naked and is now squeezing her cute little boobs together with one pretty hand while her long, sexy hair cascades carelessly down around her gorgeous shoulders and her cute as hell naked little ass?"
He was nearly out of breath after the mouthful of frustrated compliments.
"Okay." She said, feeling herself go wet inside again at the thought of giving in to all that pent up male desire. "I forgive you the stupid erection. Now just back off tiger and let me get dressed."
He stopped advancing and looked around him to find her panties and dress. He gathered them up as she watched and then held them out to her, the dress in one hand and her moistened panties in the other.
His erection still stood impressively to attention.
"Here you are." He said. "Come and get them."
She had her bra in one hand, her necklace in the other and was trying to keep her legs as close together as she could. Dale meanwhile, stood there brazenly naked, as though a throbbing hard-on were the most natural thing in the world to have pointing up in the air between them.
She sighed petulantly.
Men. Fucking men.
She let go of the necklace to reach for her panties and as she did so Dale lunged forwards throwing her dress and panties into the air. He wrapped one powerful arm around her and grabbed her necklace with his other hand. Lindsay dropped her bra and instantly to cup and then grip his balls again. With her other hand she grabbed her before they hit the floor. Dale was big, but now she knew his weak spot and she had him exactly where he didn’t want to be.
The truth would triumph today.
Their slick bodies slapped in close to each other and they stared fiercely into each others' eyes. Dale's throbbing erection was pinned against her belly and her wrist was jammed down between her stomach and his groin. He held her necklace in his free hand. One little jerk would have it free from her neck and it would all be hearsay, hot air and slanderous claims which he could challenge vigorously in a court of law. On the other hand, if he dared to move an inch she would cause him the most excruciating pain of his life or maybe even do him some permanent damage to a part of his body that was particularly important to him. Maybe even more important that the reputation of his billion dollar enterprise.
The fear and excitement each of them felt threatened to make them cum in each other's arms without so much as another word or movement between them. Their hearts thundered together, their breath mixed in the candlelight, rose petals were crushed mercilessly underfoot below them.
"Let it go Dale. I'm warning you. This is nothing personal, but business is business."
Business? If this was business then it was the sexiest business she had ever conducted.
"As weirdly exciting as this feels Lindsay, you're fucking not only with me but with my entire family's business. There are thousands of jobs at stake here and I have a responsibility to them that you can't possibly understand. Now be reasonable and let me have this thing so that we can just behave like normal people with each other again."
He began tugging on the chain and Lindsay immediately applied measured, controlled pressure to his balls.
"I won't think twice about it Dale, I'm warning you. That's my property you're holding onto and you have no right to take it from me."
"And
that
is my property that you are holding onto. Why don't you stop this nonsense and get it into that mule head of yours that I want this to work between us."
"Mule head. Really? That's the best you can do? You need to get it through
your
thick skull that while you may be holding my necklace, I have you be the--"
A hesitant thumping on the bedroom door immediately brought the two adults to attention.
"Mommy, mommy…" A sleepy voice said.
The couple exchanged a glance of understanding and immediately released each other.
"Hold on honey, I'm coming."
Thank you Nena, thank you so much.
Dale still had his balls but she had her necklace and more importantly the recording of everything he had said, thanks to one sleepy little girl.
Dale dived for Lindsay's clothes and handed them to her.
"Mommy? Are you in there?"
The little girl began to push the door but Dale held it shut. She had been dreaming about her mother, still missing her deeply and then when she woke up in the strange bedroom confusion had set in.
"I'm coming honey, it's aunt Lindsay and uncle Dale here."
Shit, God damn it.
The word uncle had slipped out by accident. She looked at Dale, her eyes full of apology as she slipped into her dress and then turned to him to be zipped up. Once she was done he ran to the bed and as soon as he was under the covers Lindsay let the little girl come inside.
"Aunt Lindsay, where's uncle Dale?" She said with an unhappy face.
"It's okay baby." She said. "I'm here, come on, let's get you back in bed."
"Where's uncle Dale? I want uncle Dale to tell me a story. I had a dream and you both were in it."
"I'll get uncle Dale, don't worry, let's go back to bed and then I'll find him, okay?"
She scooped up the little girl and turned to leave with Nena looking over her shoulder.
"Is that you uncle Dale?" Lindsay stopped moving. "Why are you under the blankets? Were you playing hide and seek with Aunt Lindsay?"
The game was up.
Dale peeled the blankets down just below his chin and smiled at Nena who broke up into giggles.
"I found you! I found you!"
"You sure did Princess, now go on back to bed with Lindsay and I'll come tuck you in later, okay?"
Nena smiled from ear to ear and nodded her head vigorously. Lindsay's heart sank. It was the one trump card the bastard still had and he was obviously going to use it.
She'll understand when she's older.
She thought, squeezing the little girl tighter.
Maybe I'll understand it when I'm older too.
END OF VOLUME FIVE
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Chapter One
"This looks like an intervention." Jason Demovic said drily. He wasn't smiling and neither was anybody else. His mother had asked him to come by the family home for a private talk but instead he found himself confronted by Rodney Smyth, the Demovic corporation CFO, Ernst Pitchford, the family lawyer and his two brothers, Zach and Harrison.
Jason wasn't the type of person to back down; something all these people knew very well.
The atmosphere was tense.
In looks he was very alike his two brothers. All three were Mediterranean in skin tone, hair and eye color, but tall, angular and Scandinavian in their build. All three were strikingly, impossibly good looking by any standards and a picture of the three brothers together at a function or a night spot was pure gold to the local celebrity media.
At just twenty-nine years of age Jason was the eldest of the three.
"As nobody here seems to want to speak, let
me
begin." He said. "What exactly is this all about?"
An uncomfortable silence reigned for five long seconds.
"Jason," his mother said in a frail voice, "we all appreciate that what you are doing is good. Good for the world, good for the individual charities involved and in many ways good for the Demovic Corporation as well."
"I agree. So why are we here?"
CFO Rodney Smyth interjected.
"You've given away nearly 10% of Demovic in the last six months alone Jason. This can't go on."
"The current net worth of the Demovic family remains at over 75 billion dollars." He replied with a cold economy of expression. "There's plenty more we can give away before anyone has to cut back on the champagne."
Zach, the middle brother of the Demovic family and its technical genius, weighed in.
"I think we're all aware of the numbers here Jason, so that's not the issue and neither is the champagne, but if you continue to donate like this then there won't be anything left to give. If we want to maintain the philanthropic tradition of our family then it needs to be done at a sustainable rate."
"I understand that Zach, and you don't need to worry. I know exactly what I'm doing." His face betrayed no emotion but his steely gaze spoke volumes. It was a gaze that inspired loyalty in some, fear in others, but obedience in everyone.
Nearly everyone.
Today he was speaking to his inner circle; his fierce independence of spirit and natural leadership was matched by almost everyone he could see. It was the reason his mother had invited them; not only was he looking at the entire board of directors of the Demovic corporation, but if anyone in his world was able to stand up to him, then they were sitting right in front of him.
Harrison, the youngest of the three brothers, spoke up. If the impulsiveness of youth had long ago left the two older brothers, Harrison still held an edge of fieriness that his mother and older brothers hoped would soon soften with age.
"We all get it Jason, we all miss dad--"
"You? Miss dad?" Jason said accusingly. Harrison hesitated, looking briefly away from his older brother before continuing.
"We all respect the tradition of giving, but this is just crazy. Give it all away and then what happens? We're just as poor as the people we're trying to help. That's no good to anybody."
"Every donation is tax deductible. Charity is good for business." Jason said, refusing to give an inch.
"Don't patronize us Jay." Zach said. "We all know that, but 10% of Demovic in just six months? It's financial suicide. Speculation in the media that something is wrong at the heart of Demovic Inc is rife and sooner or later it's going to affect business."
Jason held up his hands and the group went silent, waiting for him to speak as he looked each of them in the eye, slowly, one by one.
"I'm acting CEO of Demovic Corporation." He said. "Now unless there's something else to discuss, I have somewhere I need to be."
He stood up to go.
"Sit down Jay." Zach said. The tension in the air was near unbearable. The Demovic family was not accustomed to internal strife in business matters since the passing of Mr. Demovic senior. Normally they spoke as one voice, guided by Jason's acknowledged razor sharp business sense.
That guidance had been accepted without resentment or question until his seemingly endless spree of philanthropy threatened to bankrupt the corporation.
Jason gave Zach a long, cold look before he sat down. Like all of them, he was used to giving orders, not taking them.
"This better be good." he with quiet intensity.
Their mother spoke quickly, hoping to defuse the situation.
"It is good Jason. Good for everyone. We have come together today simply to discuss how much money Demovic Inc. should give away in philanthropic contributions in any given financial quarter, that's all."
"I've already decided how much that should be." Jason said.
"Jason Demovic does not equal Demovic Inc," Harrison said with evident irritation, "no matter what you think."
Jason looked at him, his expression giving nothing away.
"Of course I don't think that, but this specific decision is mine and mine alone, just as our father said it should be and as the board, including everyone here agreed upon. Now if you'll excuse me--"
"If you won't discuss this with us then we will have no choice but to ask you to stand down as CEO." Zach said. Jason was motionless for a moment. The two brothers had fought many times as children but never as grown men. They had always been equally matched and neither feared the other.
The room held its breath as Jason looked to Ernst Pitchford, the family lawyer. He didn't need to say a word to the tough old legal shark.
"It can be done." Ernst assured him.
Jason looked around the room again. If Ernst said it was true then it was true. No one in the world knew the Demovic family legal affairs like Ernst Pitchford. He had been defending the family's interests since the brothers were in diapers.
Jason took a long deep breath and then looked at Zach.
"Give me a proposal and I'll think it over.
Now
if you all will please excuse me--"
"There's one more thing." Zach said.
Jason waited, his face still betraying no emotion but his family knew him well; he was surely enraged at this challenge to his authority.
"Well?" he said.
As confident and strong willed as Zach was, the words stuck in his throat. It fell to their mother and her 49% interest in the Demovic Corporation as a whole, to save the moment. Her voice was frail but her power in the corporation was formidable.
"We'd like you to consider getting some help son." She said softly.
"I already have all the help I need. My team is excellent, the best in the world."
"That's not the kind of help we mean."
Even the human barracuda Ernst held his breath in anticipation.
"Exactly what kind of help are you talking about mother?"
She reached into a small pocket in her pleated skirt and put a card on the table.
"This person comes highly recommended."
Jason Demovic read the details from where he sat. He didn't deign to pick the card up. It was the name and contact details of a psychological counselor in Manhattan.
He looked back into the eyes of his family and then to Ernst who returned his gaze with all the steel he could muster. The lawyer was capable of staring down a high court judge without flinching an eyebrow but his heart skipped a beat as he nodded his head to assure Jason Demovic Jnr. of the binding nature of what his family was 'suggesting' to him.
Jason stared defiantly around the room again. The board of directors held its breath…
